“It was the week before Christmas, when all through the house, not a creature was writing, though the dog caught a grouse…”
Not my best rhyme (Moore’s is better), but very true. My dog did indeed catch a grouse (fortunately it was still alive and it escaped more stunned than anything) and I’ve not managed to do much writing. Due to festive activities – read: drinks, parties, shopping – this week has not been very successful for the novel. I’ve only added 5,000 words in total.
On the plus side; I’ve written 5,000 words! And here’s the graph to prove it:
This coming week not only has Christmas within in, but also my birthday. Oh yes, I will be turning 30 on the 27th December. And, do you know what I always wanted to have done by the time I reached thirty?
Write a novel!
So, big fat tick for me on that one – I’ve almost managed two. However, I think the completion of the first draft for my second attempt shall be severely interrupted by the impending joyfulness of Christmas and Birthday celebrations. But, I can only try: and if I’m anything, I’m most certainly a trier.